My parents used to tell me that at some point in adulthood, there will be days where the gogogo is undesired, and I'll just want to lay around doing nothing.

As much as it pains me to ever admit they're right, there's much truth to their words. I'm laying on my uncomfortable but contemporary couch, listening to a mixture of Koop, Sinatra and Nina Simone, sipping a glass of Malbec and enjoying the art of doing nothing.

I still haven't unpacked from my last trip, maybe I'll just leave the clean clothes in the suitcase for the next trip. While I'm taking pleasure in this serene moment, I hardly ever stay still long.